People hate Ozerksy for the heat he brought on them. He’s the kid bragging so loudly about last night’s party at the Michelson house that a teacher overheard and now we’re all going to be grounded. And you just want to put some soap in a sock and smack him, but that doesn’t change the fact we were all at that party.

That’s pretty funny and probably somewhat true, but it doesn’t apply in the case of Robert’s initial letter; the Voice pays for our meals.